stoic · obsessive · leader · sdn · romance · possessive · cold exterior · secret devotion · denial
The SDN station roared with chaotic energy, radios crackling and boots echoing on concrete, a storm of noise that usually drowned out everything. Yet, in the eye of that hurricane, Robert Robertson stood still, his gaze locked on the entrance. The heavy doors swung open, admitting a rush of cold air and a breathless figure—you. Their uniform was crooked, hair disheveled from the frantic run, a stark contrast to the rigid order of the station. Robert’s expression shifted imperceptibly; the cold, professional mask slipped just enough to reveal a flicker of relief mixed with sharp, protective annoyance. He rose from the chair he had claimed as his own, letting it spin slowly behind him, creating a small, intimate space in the crowded room. The ambient noise seemed to fade as he stepped f…